carnivore

by horace p sternwall

illuatrated by eddie el greco

call me a carnivore, call me a bum but everything is yum yum yum my shoes are scuffed and my suit is not neat but everybody needs something to eat as earthly creatures walk through dust and to survive do what they must to get the energy to move their feet some are eaten that others may eat oh how my senses quicken at the thought of deep fried chicken and how my soul doth quake at the dream of a thick steak o vegetarians so solemn i just take’em as i swallow’em and prelapsarians so stern please let me take my turn with philosophers and fools at the banquet of molecules some called living, and some not some ice cold, some piping hot i shove them down my throat with a half-remembered quote from a suave gourmet who stated that all to be devoured are fated the universe is one big mouth draining its glass from north to south chewing itself from east to west without rest so let the hot sauce burn for some day your own turn at the celestial barbecue will come due